steam-escape

Updated: May 12, 2025

Mrs. Riley exclaimed at the same moment: "Shure, and the little baste's in the middle of the road!" So it was, hissing like a steam-escape, and every hair on its body bristling with wrath at a large black dog, who was smelling it in a puzzled, thoughtful way, sans rancune.

William Frend De Morgan - When Ghost Meets Ghost